SQUIRT SHOTS

DIRTY CONFESSION (5): MY HUSBAND WAS ALSO CLEANSED?

I froze right there on the marble platform, still dripping with oil and c*m, my legs shaky.

My heart slammed against my ribs as the sisters rushed me toward a heavy tapestry on the far wall.

“Quickly, hide!” Sister Veronica whispered, pushing me behind the thick fabric just as footsteps echoed down the corridor.

I pressed myself against the cold stone, my dress barely pulled down over my naked, glistening body. c*m from both priests still leaked slowly from my sore p***y and ass, making my thighs sticky.

Oh God, I hope no one finds me like this.

Through a small gap in the tapestry, I could see as the heavy doors opened and Pope Gregory XVII entered the Inner Sanctum.

Behind him walked six stunning women dressed as nuns. They were all mature, hot MILFs with full, heavy breasts pushing against their tight habits.

How could a priest walk with these kind of nuns. Their bodies were curvy and tempting, my mouth watered.

My p***y clenched with fresh need as I stared at their big t**s and thick thighs.

I imagined dropping to my knees and burying my face in one of their warm, wet cunts, licking them while they moaned my name.

But f**k it! I'm already a mess.

I squeezed my legs together, trying to ignore how my c**t throbbed at the sight of them.

My inner thighs were still slick with Ren and Elias’s c*m, and the dirty thought of adding their juices to the mix made me feel even filthier.

The Pope walked slowly around the chamber, nodding at the ancient candles and the marble platform where I had just been screaming and squirting.

Father Ren and Father Elias stood side by side, looking perfectly calm in their cassocks, like they hadn’t been competing over my holes minutes earlier.

One of the MILF nuns glanced toward my hiding spot, her eyes dark, but I held my breath, terrified she could smell the thick scent of s*x and oil on me.

I saw one of them also jiggle sister Marg's t**s.

This confirmed it. These nuns are motherfuckers!

The Pope spoke in a deep, rich voice. “This place carries strong spiritual hunger. I sense it. I will return tomorrow for more private blessings with the faithful.”

He and the six beautiful nuns stayed only a short while, praying and inspecting the sanctum.

Every second felt like torture. My body was still buzzing, my n*****s hard against my dress, and my mind kept drifting back to those curvy MILFs.

~I wonder if they taste as sweet as they look… No, focus. You’re hiding covered in priest cum.~

Finally, the group left. The heavy doors boomed shut behind them. I let out a shaky breath.

Father Ren and Father Elias moved fast. Elias yanked the tapestry aside. I stepped out on trembling legs, my dress wrinkled and my skin still shiny with oil.

Ren’s big hand reached down and squeezed my ass cheek hard, his fingers digging deep into my soft, c*m-smeared flesh. “Good girl for staying quiet,” he growled low. “Even with the Pope standing right where I f****d your tight cunt.”

Elias moved behind me and grabbed my other ass cheek, spreading me open roughly. His fingers brushed against my leaking p***y. “This greedy body still belongs to us,” he whispered hotly in my ear. “Go home now, Tanya. May the Lord be with you."

Ren gave my ass one last firm squeeze, while Elias kissed me almost like a dirty promise, then stepped back, quickly fixed my dress and slipped out through the side passage, my legs weak and my mind spinning.

When I got home, the house was quiet. I expected David to be angry or cold like usual, but he was sitting on the couch looking relaxed and peaceful, something I hadn’t seen in over a year. His face softened when he saw me.

“Hi honey,” I said carefully, my voice still a bit hoarse from moaning earlier. My p***y was still sore and leaking as I walked toward him.

David smiled warmly and stood up, pulling me into a gentle hug. “I missed you tonight. How was your day?”

I pulled back a little, searching his eyes. This wasn’t the same distant husband I knew. “David… what happened to you? You seem different.”

He sat down and patted the seat next to him. I sat carefully, very aware that I had no panties on and dried c*m was still on my skin.

“I went to the church this afternoon,” he explained quietly. “I was feeling lost. These beautiful nuns took me for a private purification session. They prayed over me, laid their hands on me… it was intense. They helped me release everything. I feel cleansed, like a new man.”

My stomach twisted. Nuns. Private session. Cleansed. Is it the same thing? Did those hot MILFs f**k my husband while I was getting used by the priests?

I felt a rush of jealousy mixed with strange arousal. My p***y gave a small throb at the thought.

“What kind of purification?” I asked, trying to sound normal.

David shrugged, looking dreamy. “They said the Pope is guiding this new way of spiritual healing. It felt… very deep.”

I forced a small smile, but inside I was skeptical. “That’s good, honey. I’m happy for you.”

He reached over and squeezed my thigh gently, his touch warm for the first time in ages. Before I could say more, his phone buzzed on the table. David picked it up and read the message, his eyes lighting up.

“It’s from Sister Rose,” he said. “The nuns texted. The Pope has invited special couples for a private blessing tomorrow night at the cathedral. They want us both to come. They said we would benefit greatly from it.”

I stared at him, my heart pounding hard. The thought of going back there with my husband — to the same place where I had been f****d senseless — made my body heat up again.

What the hell is happening to us?

I swallowed and nodded slowly. “Yes… I think we should go.”

David smiled and kissed my forehead.

Damn Jesus, life is getting more shitty!